The place, The Thurgood Marshall Center was nice enough, a party for the D's. 'Course what I heard when Denielle said it was, a party at Freddy's (with some kind of crazy French accent that sounded like, Freh-dee's) Cool enough though I thought, some kinda political pow-wow for the Dem's and so forth, I even rocked a blazer. Instead though, we got a center that had an old school gym, kinda like the old Stuyvesant gym with a bi-level running track upstairs and two projectors running light shows on wooden ladders (look carefully, you'll see it, although maybe it was an allusion to the A above it, in which case, I'm totally blown away) and Christmas lights that, in the end, managed more of a low-budg techno show by way of a frat house basement. As the kids used to say, "We left with the quickness".
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